It’s 6pm.. in Malibu. The warm light of the evening sun is painting golden spots on the surface of the ocean. I see it all as a reflecting image on the side of my Porsche and the curves of the car distorts the image into psychedelic swirls… Reminds me of Blair somehow… I’m lying on the beach. My dark navy Armani suit is all scruffy and curled.. my black Wayfarers are partially hiding my face from the truth that is slowly arising. I kick off my...

It’s 2 am and I’m driving up Laurel Canyon. I’ve got a slight buzz going. An old friend of mine gave me some blue pills that I washed down with a brilliant vodka I got from a business contact at a meeting regarding buying up some property in the Valley. My friend drives a Vette. The vodka is imported.. Russian.. I poured it into a small flask covered in shark leather with silver skull details made by Bill Wall in Malibu. My friend says I need to...

I see Blair and take her up to Tra di Noi for dinner before we head out for drinks. I had the lobster ravioli which was very nice, she just barely touched a salad. She’s starting to get pretty drunk. I can tell by the way she struggles to focus when I tell her that I can’t come to the Hamptons next week to meet her parents because I’m seeing Huey Lewis and the News with Trent… or was it Dramarama with Ken.. I forget. I just really don’t want to...